Sir John Carr
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Wide thro' the azure blue and bright
Serenely floats the lamp of night;
The sleeping waves forget to move,
And silent is the cedar grove;
Each breeze suspended seems to say-
'Now, Leline, for thy Roundelay!'
My Delia's lids are clos'd in rest;
Ah! were her pillow but my breast!